I have bee trying to practice detachment. It isn't fucking working out very well for me. Mainly because I love too much. I want to freaking hold everyone and everything close. I know that it is time to let go. There is a time and a season for everything and maybe it is time for me to change. To morph into something else. To flow in a different direction. To just be. I am tired of clinging. Not to life but to people. It's dissatisfying really. The act of loving was a joy, unrequited, unreciprocated. Now not so much, because I want, I need.... Maybe this is a good thing.